Melissa Mystreet Novels & Stories

Just now, the air was already cold. Kelsea is still wearing the strawberry necklace she got while still in her stomach. Ah, why should I be reminded? I'm already happy with my life here. Every day I dress Kelsea with uniform accessories. My daughter, be a fashionable child. Her mommy can be normal. But my daughter must look good. Even though people don't know, I struggle to raise it myself. Or how about it, I fought mental illness for two years. People only know I'm happy, but not with my struggles. Yes, no one cares but yourself. They only know that you are successful; you are happy without knowing that you have been through a lot of pain. You have fought many wounds. Even though they are b

The other young lady elbowed the other, suggesting silently to just shut up. “Let her be.” The two girls straightened their backs a little too fast upon hearing a lady’s voice. “Luna Melissa!” they exclaimed in a jest of relief. I turned my back and came face to face with an innocent kind face. Melissa Ricks. She is Justin’s wife, the beta’s mate. Poised, elegant, and intelligent, she is everything that Mariana Rose is not.

Elise said quietly. Selena looked at her with doubt and Elise shrugged, “ I for one don’t like Amanda at all. I guess she is also a lousy employer too.” Elise asked and the lady nodded and spoke in a gentle voice. “Actually the real truth is that, I am Melissa ,an actual spy under the commission of Secret Special Force, Amanda took my mate and blackmailed me into working for her when I tried to get him back. She set up some humans to make a sex clip with me in it and threatened to show my mate. Since then I have been her slave.” the lady said breaking into sobs.

"You vampires really can't be trusted" Yoana scowled, pushing Lorean away from the woman's side. Lorean did not bother to explain or refute Yoana's words. Since he first met that girl, he already felt very unsuitable with her. "Do you know her?" Asked Lorean. "If I know her, what's your business?" Yoana asked as she opened her eyes sharply. She then started stroking the woman's head “She is Melissa, a DJ who works in the gray room. Ah, poor Melissa! She must have been in a lot of pain when your insolent fangs stuck in her hand!"

“Melissa, Hazel, the one I told you about, the new professor.” Melissa turns with a smile, her expression curious and open. “Ah, the occult studies professor. That’s not something you hear every day.” I smile and shake her hand. “It certainly makes for interesting conversations.” We spent a few minutes talking to her. Melissa works in publishing and seems genuinely fascinated by the academic side of supernatural lore. She asks about the strangest myth I’ve ever researched, and I tell her about a 17th century love spell involving frogs and hair clippings. We share a quiet laugh before Valerie pulls me gently along again.

Kaira ran back into the house while mom remained watching us like a hawk. "We are waiting, Arianna," I said as we were all sited in the living room watching her. *Well---" she took in a deep breath, "Melissa isn't an ordinarily human, she's a human but not an ordinary one," "Okay we are all ears ma'am," Dean said a little too impatient. I placed my hand on his arm since he was siting right next to me. "Well, Melissa is part of the mermaid community, she's not a mermaid herself but she's queen Leah's daughter,she's my sister,"

– Melissa seemed like the calmest person in the world. – Melissa Lascuran? You're Melissa Lascuran? You're crazy! What is this crazy woman doing here? You ruined Liz's face, I was with her. You're sick. – Sabrina now looked terrified. – That's it! Oh, I'm even emotional now, my fame precedes me! – Melissa smiled and dramatically placed her hand on her chest. – I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, but yes, I am Melissa Lascuran!

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

“Okay, so I have a tiny problem.” “Define tiny.” She grimaced. “It’s this project—the Delgado file? I was supposed to be working under Melissa, but she, uh, kind of hates me.” “Hates you?” “Yup. As in, if I breathe too loudly near her cubicle, she’ll glare at me like I kicked her cat.” I blinked, trying to recall the name. “Melissa… she’s an old employee, right?” “Ancient ,” Jessie said, perching on the edge of my desk. “Tall, blonde, blue eyes, legs for days. The one who walks like she’s permanently on a runway.”

Beautiful. But there was one piece of my past I still hadn't dealt with. Melissa. She'd been in the psychiatric hospital for over a year now, locked away, forgotten by almost everyone. I'd avoided thinking about her, avoided making any decisions about what to do. Then one day, the hospital director contacted me. "Sacred Maiden," he said. "I'm calling about Melissa. She's made significant progress. Her doctors believe she's stable enough to be released." My stomach tightened. "Released?"